i tried to ask aubry out tonight....i was rejected...
fuck this...i am tired...i am worn out...i feel weird....like a new kind of hopelessness in my heart...oh well....*pulls trigger*
um...qwat the fuck am i talking about???
i am a fucking weeeeeeeeeeeee
josh you are a bastard & you stole my profile.
i cant say sorry to you jenny because "THINGS" like you wont fucking listen. plus i already tried...god i hate people like that.......AAA
dear diary,
i dont know why im talking to my diary, but
i think you should remind me to lay off the fucking
morphine for a while, because it is starting to get to
me & my pet guitar keeps shitting on the rug.
sorry, it did it again. gotta go.
P.S : remind me also to stop inviting that one girl that looks like lindsay lohan to play "flails, paddles & chains" in my closet, because my ass still hurts from the last "game" we played.
P.S.S : i figured out there was no lindsay lohan girl in my closet, it was my horny little guitar.
P.S.S.S : remind me again to get some more candy, since the little kids dont want to get in my van anymore.
P.S.S.S.S : dont write so many "s" on your P.S notes.
its a fucking diary log....hahaha i said LOG.
LOG LOG LOG LOG LOG